terça-feira, 23 de junho de 2009

Miles (26/05/2009)

I will listen your heart beat
Making me believe that you are real.

We'll pick up all the rocks
On our way,
And, soon, we'll put up our castle with them.

Remember? My prince.

My vision softly creeping,
When I can't sense your touch in my skin.

So far, so close!

I whisper my dreams in silence
As a prayer,
So the wind will come and find you.
Bring you next to me!

These miles we will break,

Raindrops are far away from the ground,
But they always get there,
As it demands their fate.
It is meant to be.

And so do we, my prince.
Sweet prince.
We write down our own destiny, together.